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Saturday, March 26, 2005

Danny Simon

    Danny Simon's twenty-nine
    and he's prematurely gray,
    and paradise is all around him,
    but it just gets in his way.

    Here's another unread message,
    a Gold Mine came to call.
    And everytime I'm the one to find him,
    he's got his face turned to some wall.

    Hey boy, what the hell you chasin'?
    Don't you know that sound you hear
    is your own heart racing?

    Fifteen guys tryin' to find 'im,
    each with blood in their eye,
    and our boy Danny's tryin' to find
    some place he ain't burned to hide.

    And the only woman that ever loved him
    is waiting for him at home.
    Danny's flyin' Jamaican wind
    and goin' to bed alone.

    Hey boy, what the hell you chasin'?
    Don't you know that sound you hear
    is your own heart racing?

    Last time I saw Danny
    he took off like a shot.
    I swear that damn motorcycle,
    it's the only thing he's got.

    yeah, that damned Harley-Davidson.
    It's the only thing he's got.

    And the only woman that ever loved him
    is still waitin' for him at home.
    Danny's flyin', shakin' and hidin'
    and goin' to bed alone.

    Hey boy, what the hell you chasin'?
    Don't you know that sound you hear
    is your own heart racing?

    Hey boy, what the hell you chasin'?
    Don't you know that sound you hear
    is your own heart racing?

      -beau blue

2 Comments:

  • At 1:52 PM, Blogger C. E. Chaffin said…

    Nice ballad--I can see it as a song lyric.

     
  • At 1:44 PM, Blogger Beau Blue said…

    It was done as a hard rock blues tune by the alibi blues band in 1983. It might have been '82. -blue

    Thanks for the note.

    -blue

     

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